One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

The roar of artillery shells rang out one after another, the ground shook continuously, and the flames produced by the continuous explosions dyed the originally clear blue sky red.

Fires had already broken out in all parts of the town of Beehive Island, with houses engulfed in raging flames, and thick smoke and flames spreading in the air. Sudden and unprepared for the attack, many pirates panicked and rushed to the back of the street, preparing to retreat to the inside of the skull to make plans, but before they could run far, shells fell in front of them, and the explosions resounded through the sky. The blazing flames instantly engulfed them, leaving them no chance to react.

Some pirates mustered up their courage and quickly ran to the street, firing wildly in front of them with guns in hand. Although they had a certain advantage in numbers, there was a huge gap in strength and equipment between the two sides, and soon they either fell to the ground after being hit by several bullets or were beheaded by the enemy.

"Hu...Hu...There are no enemies here, follow me!"

Capona was running quickly on a remote path, holding his old partner Pete in one hand. His slightly thin cheeks were covered with criss-cross scratches. Sweat beads as big as soybeans were emerging from his forehead and flowing down. His breathing rhythm became abnormally rapid, as if he could squeeze out the last breath in his lungs at any time.

However, the urgency of the current situation far outweighed his physical fatigue, and he knew that if he did not quickly get rid of the pursuers behind him, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, even though his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, he still gritted his teeth and ran forward desperately.

That hellish scene still lingered in his mind.

Not long ago, accompanied by a series of deafening explosions that were transmitted through the air and the ground, the tavern shook, and dust from the ceiling fell, covering the guests who were enjoying fine wine.

Just when everyone was at a loss as to what to do, the tightly closed door was roughly pushed open, and a group of pirates wearing red turbans filed in. Each of them had no expression on their face, and each held a musket in their hands, and they started shooting at the people in the store without saying a word.

Suddenly, the sound of bullets whizzing continuously, screams coming one after another, blood splattering and almost dyeing the whole bar red, and corpses lying all over the floor. A few guests who were not yet drunk drew their swords and were about to fight back, but in the blink of an eye, they were ruthlessly shot through the chest.

Capona and his two companions were sitting on the second floor, drinking to celebrate the happy ending of the gluttonous girl. Suddenly, they heard the intensive gunfire and screams coming from downstairs. They were shocked and sobered up a little. Then, a strong smell of blood filled the air, forcing the three of them to tense up. They put down their glasses, quickly took out a flintlock from their waists, and ran towards the stairs.

Before they could run a few steps, with the sound of noisy footsteps, a group of red-turbaned pirates armed with live ammunition swarmed out of the corridor, raising their guns in unison.

Capona had not lost any of his skills during the years he had run the tavern. He made a quick decision, grabbed a dining table and threw it out. The table flew forward with a gust of wind, knocking out the first few pirates who were hit, and fell straight downstairs.

While the enemy's attention was focused on his knocked-down companion, he quickly rushed to a table, pushed it down and hid behind it, leaned out half of his body and pulled the trigger, firing several shots at the thighs of those red-turbaned pirates. In the blink of an eye, several more pirates fell to the ground.

Seeing his success, Pete and Green followed his example, choosing a table on the left side near the wall as a cover and shooting at the pirates from different directions.

Taking advantage of the terrain, the two sides were in a stalemate for a while. But in the end, the enemy outnumbered us, and more enemies rushed forward, took out the machetes behind them, and rushed forward with human wave tactics, slashing down at the two tables. Seeing this, Capona and Green hurriedly rolled to the sides, but the obese Pete could not dodge in time, and his entire right leg was cut off at the root, bleeding profusely on the spot, screaming continuously.

Seeing the critical situation, Capona fired a shot and knocked down the pirate who was about to give Pete the final blow, then quickly grabbed his partner's right arm, aimed at the glass window near behind him, and jumped out while holding him.

With a crisp sound, the glass shattered and two figures rushed out, fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping. They quickly stood up and looked back towards the second floor, only to see Green standing in front of the broken window and firing several shots at the back. He waved his left hand at them, and a faint smile could be seen on his face.

The next moment, two burly men holding big knives jumped high behind Green and chopped down behind him.

puff--

Watching Green's body fall to the ground with blood spurting out from his back, Capona and Pete were both shocked. Their pupils trembled violently and their chests felt as if they were hit hard by a huge hammer. It was hard for them to believe the reality that was happening before their eyes.

It was not until the pirates' wild laughter was heard from upstairs that the two stunned people were brought back to reality. They had no time to feel sad about such things and ran towards the skull.

The pub "CRAZY BAR" that pulled their lives from the bottom to the peak was also reduced to ashes in the raging flames.

"We must not let Green's death go to waste!"

Capona's somewhat cracked lips moved slightly, and he spoke in a low voice, with a hint of crystal moisture in his eye sockets.

“…Of course!”

Peter's broken leg had been bandaged, his face was as pale as paper, but he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from uttering a single groan. Thinking of his timid and cowardly younger brother who usually followed him behind, but now resolutely chose to stay behind to cover them, tears and snot could not stop flowing down his cheeks.

The two men shuttled back and forth in the intricate alleys. The footsteps of the pursuers behind them seemed to gradually fade away, but Capona did not dare to relax. He took Pete around one fork in the road after another, and finally rushed into a dilapidated little house and quickly closed the door. The two men then breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down with their backs against the wall.

This is an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by mountains of garbage on three sides. Usually, few people come here. When Capona and Porter first became pirates, they used this place as a secret base. After opening a tavern, they also hid some very valuable items here for use when necessary.

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew in from the half-open rear window, making them shiver unexpectedly and curl up, trembling.

"A-choo! It's usually so hot here, how come it suddenly became so cold?!" Pete couldn't help but sneeze, and his sticky snot splashed all over Capona.

"The air conditioning outside? The only people who can do this on this island are people with special abilities, right?"

If Peter did this at other times, Capona would have scolded him severely. However, he didn't pay attention to it at the moment. His eyes stared blankly at the misty window, his pupils contracted violently. A person suddenly came to his mind, and he trembled and said, "Could it be Sister Setoorizu? Could she be in some trouble?"

"Hey...are you an idiot?"

Peter stared at his old friend with eyes wide open, and said in disbelief, "We both can't even protect ourselves, and you still have the energy to care about other people's lives? After running the pub for so many years, your mind is still as naive as when you were a kid!"

At this point, his face, which was twisted by pain, forced out a bitter smile: "What a coincidence, I am also this type of idiot! I know that escaping is the top priority, but my body uncontrollably wants to do something that conflicts with this!"

Capona turned around and stared at him blankly, his eyes revealing deep gratitude: "Big sister is risking her life to fight the enemy, it would be too unreasonable for us men to take the opportunity to slip away, right?"

"Even if we are just a bunch of scum despised by outsiders, we must never turn a blind eye to our benefactors in need!"

Peter held onto the wall with one hand to support his upper body, and said with a sad smile, "If the elder sister is not seriously injured, we will have a useful helper in this miserable state!"

Capona was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "I thought you had made some progress, but it turns out you had this wishful thinking!"

"Who told me to be called 'despicable' Pete again?"

"There's no time to waste! Just do what needs to be done!"

"By the way, have you thought of any countermeasures?"

Capona glanced at the table filled with rows of items, his eyes fell on one of the bottles, and he said slowly: "If we want to talk about countermeasures, we can only use that."

......

Seorizu covered his wound and stood up slowly. His consciousness became gradually blurred due to excessive blood loss, and the scene in front of him was no longer clear. All he could see clearly was the outline of a person walking towards him step by step and the blade that was flashing with reflections.

"I advise you not to move."

Roger's voice was as cold as ever, "Otherwise your intestines will flow out of the wound."

"No need...for your reminder...!"

Seorizu took a deep breath to keep himself awake enough, placed his right hand on his abdomen and moved upwards. As the white mist spread upwards, the long and narrow scar was visibly covered with a layer of frost, and blood no longer flowed out of it.

"Even if my limbs are broken...even if my body is shattered into pieces..."

She staggered forward a few steps, her eyes becoming sharp and determined.

"I...will never lose!"

With a loud shout, the girl shot out like a sharp arrow. The cold air lingered around the blade. The friction between her body and the air produced a series of sonic booms, and she slashed towards Roger who was not far away.

“What a headache…”

Roger suddenly stopped and let the long knife chop down from his shoulder at an astonishing speed, cutting through flesh and breaking bones all the way to his abdomen. The icy cold air emanated from his wound and quickly enveloped his entire body, freezing him firmly in place again.

The next moment, the ice sculpture was quickly covered by a turbid black liquid, gradually becoming transparent and disappearing.

Just as Setsu was stunned by the strange scene before her, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. A long, pitch-black knife pierced through her back and chest. Hot blood spurted out from her wound and turned into blood mist in the air.

"We are here to pronounce the verdict."

Roger quickly pulled out the long knife stuck in her back, and more blood splashed out. There was still no sign of injury on his body. He looked up at the girl who was slowly falling forward, and his eyes contained a color colder than ice. "Weakness is the heinous crime you have committed!"

"how come......"

Setsu uttered a word with difficulty, the hair on her body quickly faded away, and she returned to her human form. She fell to the ground with a "thump", and the three long swords slipped out of her hands and tail respectively, making crisp sounds when they fell to the ground.

"I accidentally played for so long just to test your strength..."

Roger raised the long sword in his hand high above his head. Under the refraction of the sunlight, a strange light flashed. He said coldly, "The only thing that can be considered valuable is your rare mythical beast ability!"

"Pause!"

The blade stopped five centimeters away from the back of the girl's neck. Roger narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze to the two men not far to the left who were shouting at him in a provocative tone.